Global Survival: I Have Endless Skeletons-Chapter 129: Lucky or Not?
Thoren rode his undead Mad Dog Mistveil with a calm, detached expression. His gaze lingered on the young woman walking ahead of him for a moment before he averted his eyes.
She might be his captive, but he knew she would not hesitate to watch him be killed and devoured by the beasts if given the chance.
From her expression, her light steps, and her relaxed shoulders, everything was obvious.
She believed she was leading him to his doom.
The expectation was written plainly across her face.
But was he truly being led to his doom?
The corner of his lips curled slightly, and his eyes flashed with anticipation.
’I’m already halfway to Level 17...’
’After this battle, I should be able to level up.’
He could hardly wait to reach Level 17 and begin searching for the Slave Trade Guild Faction.
They were his archenemies, and he would not allow them to breathe peacefully while he was still alive.
As Thoren lost himself in thought, the scenery around them gradually began to change. The once sparse plains slowly turned lush and green, and the air grew noticeably purer.
The mana thickened.
However, what caught Thoren’s attention was not merely the purity and density of the mana in the atmosphere, but something else entirely.
Through his heightened perception, he realized he could not sense a single beast in the surrounding area—no matter how small. The land seemed completely devoid of life.
That should have been impossible.
’For this to happen, it can only mean one thing,’ he mused inwardly.
’This area belongs to the territory of a powerful beast.’
High-level beasts were territorial. Only their subordinates or followers were permitted within their domain. Any other creature that dared to intrude would be slaughtered without mercy.
Apart from that, Thoren could see the outline of a vast ancient forest in the distance.
Although they were still hundreds of meters away, he could already sense that there was something extraordinary about it.
The trees stood unnaturally tall and thick, their canopies interwoven like a living fortress. Even from afar, the forest radiated an oppressive presence.
’That must be the Beast God Sect’s hideout,’ he thought, glancing at the young woman ahead of him, who was struggling and failing to conceal her joy.
Dagmar wore a deep grin as she stared at the ancient forest.
’Finally... I’m back.’
From the corner of her eye, she looked at the silver-haired young man riding his undead mount and felt a surge of disdain.
’Although I might be punished for bringing him directly to the sect’s hideout, once they realize how important he is, the leader won’t punish me too harshly.’
Her mind raced with possibilities.
’If the leader can convert such a powerful awakener to serve the Beast God... how powerful will we become?’
The more she thought about it, the wider her smile grew. Her heart pounded with excitement.
The air between them shifted subtly.
Dagmar could not wait to see Thoren captured.
Thoren, on the other hand, could not wait to meet the Beast God Sect and devour them, transforming them into members of his undead legion.
After traveling for several more minutes, they arrived at the edge of the ancient forest.
Just standing there, Thoren could already feel the terrifying power hidden deep within. It was the first time he had sensed so many overwhelming auras at once.
It felt as though the forest itself were a living sentinel, silently watching and judging all who approached.
Unknown to Thoren, however, his presence had already been detected by the Beast God Sect.
During their journey to the hideout, he had failed to notice the humanoid raven circling high above them.
Her predatory, avian eyes had been locked onto him the entire time, filled with cold killing intent. She had followed them for miles, silently gliding through the sky without making a sound.
When they reached the edge of the ancient forest, the humanoid raven abruptly changed course and flew deep into the woods.
Inside the Beast God Sect’s temple, the black-feathered humanoid raven knelt before the Beast God Envoy.
"The target has arrived at our doorstep," the Reptilian Envoy muttered with cold disdain.
Seated on his throne, his massive frame looked down on the figure before him. His expression was difficult to discern.
"Yes, my lord," the raven responded, bowing deeply.
"And he brought one of our members with him." He asked coldly.
"Yes, my lord."
The temple fell silent.
The Envoy averted his gaze from the ravine figure and looked at the statues and pondered how best to deal with the pest who dared disturb their peace.
’So... the necromancer has not only stopped one but two of our missionaries...’
His eyes narrowed.
’Killing him quickly would be too merciful.’
A cruel thought formed in his mind.
’I must capture him and use his blood as an offering to my god.’
His jagged, serrated teeth widened slightly.
It was his version of a smile.
"Allow the beasts to deal with him," he commanded. "But make sure he is not killed. I need him alive."
"Yes, my lord."
The raven bowed once more and retreated from the temple to carry out the order.
With her departure, the Beast God Envoy leaned back slightly and muttered to himself, "A powerful necromancer with unlimited potential... how pleased my god will be when I present him as an offering."
His eyes burned with greedy anticipation.
If he wished to complete his next evolution, he needed to make a tremendous contribution.
And this...this was the perfect opportunity.
Previously, he had believed that conquering the entire first floor was his only path to earning divine favor.
But now?
With this necromancer in his grasp, he could secure far greater merit.
Not only would he offer a rare and powerful awakener as a sacrifice, but he would also crush a growing threat before it matured.
An ugly chuckle escaped his mouth as he imagined the rewards awaiting him.
How fortunate he was.
But was he truly lucky?
